Monday, December 9, 2013

HAVE A HOLLY GOLLY CHRISTMAS ...

"Here is Zoey and some holly and poinsettias for a starter Holiday wish!" - Decorator RG

"As many know, Have a Holly, Golly Christmas was a popular Christmas song, way back in the first Rudolph TV Special, by Burl Ives. Burl Ives lived much of his later years here, and died, in Anacortes and was much loved. He left some fine additions to the community. He was the first to record Ghost Riders in the Sky - a very chilling song, even to this day." - Historian RG

...been thinking about it...I love the festive look of holly, and it is so pretty when powdered with snow. But it is VERY painful with those spiky leaves. We have a holly tree in our front yard. When we moved in, there lived the world's meanest, loudest, meanest bluejay EVER in that tree.So what came first? The painful leaves or the crankiness? I have not seen him around in a while. Maybe his wife murdered him in his sleep????

RG, we really appreciate the education, and of course the lovely pictures that just happen to feature sweet little bunnies. I wanted to thank you for getting me to look into your poet. I know we are a discouraging lot...never heard of this...don't like that...which brings me back to your poet. Remember the part about the grain of sand? He lived quite a life. I hope you can reach out to CGP, and save her from a benightedness that is wrenching especially at this time of holiday joy, and so as not to neglect the holly controversy, I would like to add that our birds would never eat the berries. This raises a lot of questions about holly species, and, of course, the real question...what is it with the blue jays in Oklahoma?

When we moved from Fort Worth to Norman, OK some 22 years ago, I found a bluejay that been in an altercation with a cat. He was not hurt, just stunned. He had attacked the cat, and when the cat finally stopped running for it's 7th or 8th life, it gave that bird a good whack and ran away. Having been just a girl and not knowing a damned thing about anything, I picked up the bird hoping to nurse it back to health. I brought the demon creature into the house, where my stepdad was watching t.v. In true redneck prophetic fashion, and without even looking up, he tells me that I will be "hatin' life when that bird comes 'round". He was a big, healthy, strapping specimen of bluejay, and when he did find his bearings, I was lucky that he went for my hands first, and not my eyeballs.

Brandi, I have been visiting Speedy, and, about those salmon, he has pointed out that you are correct. No one likes a wet blanket, however it is Auntie Rating Time, and he has some news for you! Thanks for the Chat Room, RG. Merry Christmas to you and yours.

I apologize for not making it a little clearer that the scary song I referred to was "Ghost Riders" and the one CGP has to hear is "Holly Golly." The poet I was glad RG introduced me to was the fellow who wrote about Sam McFee.